A/N: Hey guys, here is chapter 3. I do NOT speak Spanish so sorry for any mishaps. This is where the rated M part comes in...

Chapter 3 – April 24, 2012

It was a gorgeous Saturday in Lima, it was around 60 degrees out and the sun was beaming down on the little town.

Santana had no plans for the day, other than to laze around her house and hopefully see Brittany. Usually the beautiful blonde would already be over at Santana's, but she had gone to a doctor's appointment with her parents that morning so she wasn't able to come over at her usual time. Which had left Santana with a dilemma; she was bored as shit and she was running low on sweet lady kisses.

It had been awhile since Brittany and Santana had been able to indulge in any extreme PDA or even have sex.

Lately Santana's mom had been breathing down her fucking neck often preventing Brittany from sleeping over and Brittany was having some issues at home, her parents had started demanding she stay at their house most nights versus sleep at Santana's so they could "work on their family dynamic".

Even last night when the two drunk girls had finally made it back to Santana's house, Santana expecting to get her payment for enduring Berry's get together and Brittany expecting to be taken advantage of by her sexually frustrated girlfriend, the girls were cock-blocked by none other than Marisol Lopez and her antics.

Her mother's antics.

That was one thing that Santana would definitely not miss when she indefinitely left Lima.

"Tana what are you doing today?" Her mother asked barging into her room.

"Mamá do you not know how to knock? What the hell?" Santana asked, an irritated tone to her voice as she dimmed the screen on her laptop.
She had been scrolling through the Victoria's Secret website coming up with ideas for Brittany's upcoming birthday and didn't feel like being questioned by her mother.

"Excuse you? Do you pay the bills here? Keep the lights on? Put food on the table? Take care of the dogs? Pay the car note? Take care-"

Santana rolled her eyes and tuned her mother out as she mumbled, "No and you don't either", under her breath.

Marisol Lopez was a sharp tongued, hot tempered and often tactless woman.

Basically it was no surprise that she popped out Santana, the two were more alike than they could bear, which was the main reason they were constantly fighting.

At the same time, Santana was the apple of Marisol's eye.

Her 28-year-old son RJ was long gone. Having moved out to California to be closer to their father after graduating High School, he eventually got accepted to a CAL school and never came back to live in Lima…much to his mother's dismay.
A similar situation happened with her oldest daughter Eva who was 25 now and had happily fled the nest after graduating college, bidding her "crazy mother" goodbye and basically turning her back on that part of her life, only leaving Columbus a few times a year to visit her mother and sister.
Her oldest children's actions just wouldn't work for the 50-year-old woman who had given up everything for her kids and sought their love and attention almost incessantly.
That translated to her often coming to Santana, seeking to push a relationship that she lacked with her other two kids.
Santana was her hija especial and Marisol was falling apart inside dealing with the idea of losing yet another one of her children, let alone her baby, it was something she just wasn't ready for.

Even though the two fought constantly and Marisol frequently embarrassed Santana and pissed her off; Santana couldn't help but feel sorry for her mother, which is why she put up with most of her bullshit.

"Ok, ok…"

Santana cut off her mother closing her eyes and sighing.

"…what do you want?" She turned to look at her mother who had not stopped rattling off a list of things Santana did NOT do around the house or for the family.

"Tana I'm just here asking what you're doing today, what are your plans?"

Marisol asked, leaning against the girl's doorway, huffing impatiently and taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"I don't really know Mamá, I mean, I just want to chill at home, I'm gonna hang out with Britts I think and just, I don't know…it's Saturday so I don't really want to do anything." Santana said closing her laptop and leaning back on her bed, grabbing the TV remote on her nightstand.

"Well, you can't stay up here all day, it's already 1 o'clock…come down and keep me company."

Marisol said hovering in the doorway.

"I just want to relax up here and watch some TV." Santana replied and turned on her television.

"But you can relax downstairs, come down and keep me company."

"Mamá I live with you, I can't be up in my room for a little bit today?"

"You were up here all morning sleeping off a hangover Tana…and don't think I didn't hear you and Brittany stumble into the house at that ungodly hour. So, it isn't going to kill you to come downstairs for awhile."

"I didn't say it would kill me I just don't want to." Santana started flipping through the channels.

"You can't waste an entire day up in your room doing nothing." Her mother protested.

"How would me coming downstairs be some sort of huge accomplishment in my day?" Santana retorted, irritation growing within her.

"Come downstairs…do not make me ask you again." Marisol said flatly shutting the door.

Santana sighed and turned her TV off.

3 hours later Santana was still sitting in the living room with her mother, the two had spent the last few hours watching mindless TV and snuggling with the dogs.

One thing Santana would miss about Lima was her home, it was just so damn cozy.

She had to give it to her mother, if there was one thing Marisol was good at other than cooking, drinking and talking shit…it was decorating.

There were gorgeous paintings on the dark copper walls, paintings her mother had brought back form trips to Mexico as well as all her travels in Europe.
There were old pictures of family strewn all over the house and plenty of baby pictures of Santana and her siblings (but mostly of Santana).

There were also amazing little artifacts on shelves and table tops; Día de los Muertos dolls and Hispanic figurines on the bookshelves, African masks her mother had bought when she was a kid visiting South Africa, antique silver dinnerware passed down from Santana's abuelita; and many more things that made the house feel like it was lived in and loved.

The living room had two large, overstuffed couches which were positioned in front of the big flat screen TV that was hung on top of their amazing brick fireplace.
The large French doors in their living room let in just the right amount of natural light and led out to their back porch, which was under construction because on a whim her mother had decided to finally install the hot tub she had been bothering Santana's Dad about for the past 4 years.

Marisol sat right in front of the fireplace in her swivel chair, feet propped up on part of the mantel letting the fire warm the bottoms of her legs, her head tipped back watching the television as she ran her fingers through her curly, jet-black hair.

Santana on the other hand, was being swallowed by one of her couches, her fat French Bulldog Paco sitting in her lap snoring.
The two were watching some Law & Order show that Santana was not really paying attention to because her mind was elsewhere.

Britts had texted her 5 minutes ago saying she was finally on her way and Santana was ready to see her baby, and more importantly maybe get away from her mother for a bit.

The doorbell finally rang and Paco sprang out of her lap running to the door barking, Santana's other French Bulldog Diego jumped from Marisol's lap and ran after Paco barking just as loud.

"Shut the fuck up!" Santana yelled as she struggled out of the deep indent she had created over the past 3 hours.

"Tana!" Her mother snapped still staring at the TV.

Obviously today was one of the random days that Santana was not allowed to cuss, it varied day to day depending on Marisol's mood.

She walked down the hall, meeting her dogs at the door and swung it open.

That sight never got old.

She stared straight into those gorgeous blue eyes and eventually let her eyes trail down to meet Brittany's bright, inviting smile.

She had missed her, and the brief flutter in her heart was proof.

"Hi baby." Brittany almost whispered stepping forward and engulfing Santana in a tight hug.

"Hi." Santana whispered back, turning her head into the crook of Brittany's neck, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of her hair. "I missed you."

She grabbing Brittany's hand and leading her inside, closing the door behind them.

"I missed you too, sorry I couldn't come over until now …it was just a long morning" Brittany said, her smile faltering.

"No worries, you're here now, how is she?" Santana asked cautiously, she didn't know if Brittany wanted to talk about it or not.

"She's good, much better." The blonde smiled at her girlfriend reassuringly.

Santana's dogs were going ape shit at Brittany's feet.

Paco and Diego tended to be assholes to pretty much anyone that walked into the house that wasn't a part of the family, however they both seemed to have a soft spot for Brittany. In Santana's opinion they had a perfect judge of character.

"Hi boys!" The blonde beamed leaning down and subsequently getting slathered with dog kisses.

"Tana who is that!" Marisol screamed from the living room.

"It's Britts!" Santana called back smiling at her girlfriend as the Frenchie's attempted to topple her over.

Brittany stood and locked eyes with Santana, a deep smile appearing on her lips. Santana took advantage of this brief moment out of the sight of her mother to grab Brittany's hand and lean in, they shared a short open mouthed kiss and Santana squeezed her hand, smirking at her girlfriend.

"Come in here and say hi!" Shouted Marisol from the living room.

"Hi Marisol."

Brittany said happily as the girls walked into the living room, the dogs on their heels.

Marisol swiveled in her chair and gave Brittany a smile.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" She asked, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"I'm good, how are you?" The blonde plopped down on the couch facing Marisol.

Santana sighed impatiently, whenever her mother and Brittany got to talking, it never ended, and to be honest Santana really wanted Brittany to herself right about now.

She felt like she was in heat or something.

"Oh you know, regular Saturday. Had to drag this one out of her room to spend time with me…" Marisol tilted her head in Santana's direction.

"…I don't know what it is Brittany but she just doesn't want to spend time with her Madre." Marisol stated dramatically, bringing her coffee mug to her lips.

"Awwww…Sany your mom's the best. Who wouldn't want to spend time with her?" Brittany asked legitimately concerned.

Santana rolled her eyes and didn't offer an explanation.

"See Tana, Brittany has the right idea, such a smart girl. So what are you two doing today? Wanna go for sushi happy hour or something? Maybe to the mall?" Marisol asked hopefully, taking another swig from her mug.

Brittany smiled brightly and Santana knew if she didn't speak up the girl would agree for the both of them, locking Santana into a day that she really was not in the mood for. Spending Saturday with her needy mother and her girlfriend was just not what she had in mind.

"No Mamá, we already have plans." Santana said looking at her mother.

"Like what?" She asked, bringing the mug to her lips and looking between Brittany and Santana.

"I mean, just chilling, doing random stuff…but we're gonna walk the dogs first though." Santana said, that would for sure get her mother off her back and give her some time to get her sexy girl alone…even if it was in public.

"Come on Britts." Santana said grabbing the leashes from the hook on the wall.

Her dogs went nuts, running right up to her heels and barking.

"Good, I'm not taking those ratas pequeñas out…fill this up for me, would you mija…" Marisol swiveled back towards the TV and held her mug out for Santana.

Santana gave Brittany a look and sighed.

She grabbed her mother's mug, walked into the kitchen and poured the last of the remaining Chardonnay bottle into it.

The neighborhood walk was all too familiar for Santana and Brittany.

Brittany loved all animals and jumped at any chance to walk Paco and Diego with Santana, she had once attempted to take Lord Tubbington after buying him a leash but he wouldn't move past the first step in front of Brittany's house and just sat like a cute, furry, pig on the front step until the girl gave up and put him back inside!

The two girls held hands, Santana holding one leash and Brittany holding the other.

"San, do you think I can sleep over tonight?" Brittany asked looking at her feet as they walked.

"Of course baby, you can always sleep over, you know that…" Santana said squeezing her hand.

"I mean I know, but lately your mom's been weird about it."

Brittany was right, Marisol had been weird lately.

The girls had come out to their parents almost a year ago and had finally come clean about their relationship.
Brittany's parents had laughed at the confession and asked the girls why they thought they were telling them something the two didn't already know.
Afterwards Brittany's mother had even taken Santana aside and thanked her for making her daughter so happy.
It was a nice reaction to something that was eating at the inside of Santana.

When Santana had called her father to tell him, unable to see him face to face to break the news, her father had simply said, "Ok chiquita, be safe, guard your heart and get checked regularly". Afterwards he quickly told the girl he loved her and then hung up before walking into a board meeting.

But when she told her mother, Marisol seemed to just laugh it off.
Afterward recovering from laughter Marisol claimed her daughter was confused and simply indulging in a phase.
Mija I understand that you love her…that is your best friend and she has amazing qualities, but there is no way you're a lesbian, no way…it's a phase for you and you'll grow out of it when you get to college and meet a nice chico

This had set Santana off and the two had gotten into frequent shouting matches about the issue for the next few weeks, until eventually her mother sat her down and said that she acknowledged her daughters feelings for Brittany and at the end of the day just wanted Santana to be happy.
The fighting had ended between them and things went back to normal for the most part.
But over the past 2 weeks her mother had suddenly found issues with letting Brittany sleep over, or letting Santana spend too much time with the girl.

Santana figured it had something to do with her mothers never ending neediness and attachment issues, but you never knew with that woman.

"Yeah she has been, but don't worry Britt-Britt, no one will kick you out of my house unless it's me." She winked at her girlfriend who looked at her with an amused smile on her face.

"I'd love for you to sleep over, in fact…" Santana abruptly stopped and pulled Brittany towards her.

Swiftly brushing away her blonde hair the Latina leaned in towards her neck and kissed her favorite spot softly. "…I need you to sleep over. I want you so bad Britt-Britt."

She spoke against the skin, flicking her tongue against the blondes neck and kissing over the moist spot.

Brittany shivered, closing her eyes as a large grin appeared on her lips.

After clearing the dinner plates and saying goodnight to Marisol who was on the couch with her coffee mug, both the dogs snoring comfortably by her legs with the television blaring; Santana had dragged Brittany upstairs and into her room, locking it behind them.

She turned to her girlfriend who looked as gorgeous as ever.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, strands of gorgeous blonde hair falling around her face framing her perfectly.

She was wearing a worn Cleveland Cavaliers T-shirt and she could swear the girl wasn't wearing a bra, her red Cheerio's sweats hung loosely on her waste exposing her perfect milky skin and the area just below her belly button that Santana loved to kiss and lick.

What the hell did this girl do to make sweats look sexy?

"You're gorgeous." Santana said to her, staring into those blue eyes.

"So are you…" Brittany quickly crossed the towards the Latina, closing the distance between them.

She put her hands on the door, trapping Santana against it.

"I missed you Sany…" She said almost in a whisper, kissing her girlfriend deeply.

Santana wrapped her arms around the girls waist, fully indulging in the kiss, enjoying the sweet taste of Brittany's mouth and tongue.
Her hands moved up and down her girlfriends back, eventually reaching down and under her shirt.

Santana smiled at the soft skin of Brittany's back as it coasted against the palm of her hands.

Brittany took Santana's lip between her teeth and bit lightly, smiling into the bite and giving Santana that look.
She knew what that meant.

One thing she had learned throughout her relationship with Brittany was that the girl loved to bite and be bit, nothing too rough, but nothing turned the blonde on more than getting a light bight to the neck as she reached an orgasm.

Santana stepped forward; lips still connected to her girlfriends and led her to the bed, pushing her down forcefully.

Brittany squealed excitedly and sat up on her elbows.

Santana moved in between the girls legs and lowered herself onto the blonde, kissing her neck and running her hands up Brittany's toned stomach under her shirt.

Sure enough, the girl was not wearing a bra.

Her nipples stiffened as Santana's hands ran over them.

"Mmmmm San…." Brittany moaned as Santana sucked on her favorite spot on Brittany's neck.

She tore away to look her girlfriend in the eyes.

"You know how long it's been since we've had sex?" She asked with an amused smile playing on her lips.

"4 days, 2 hours and 30 minutes…" Brittany responded factually.

Santana dove down and kissed Brittany deeply, their tongues fighting for control, the sweet taste of the other being enjoyed.

"Mmm-hmm, and 4 days…" Santana squeezed one of Brittany's breasts, eliciting a moan from the blonde who squirmed beneath her.

"…2 hours…" Santana reached up and kissed the area under Brittany's left ear, squeezing her other breast, getting the same reaction.

"…and 30 minutes…" she bit down lightly on Brittany's neck.

The blonde gasped and thrusted her hips up into Santana's warm body. "…is too fucking long." Santana said dragging her tongue along the spot she just bit, kissing it lightly.

Brittany nodded in agreement, biting her bottom lip, her eyes glazing over with that look of lust that Santana had missed so much.
Santana sat up, pulling her shirt off over her head and flinging it across the room.

Brittany lifted her own arms as she lay on the bed, a signal for Santana to help, and within seconds her shirt was flying over to the other side of the room as well.
She quickly undid her bra and flung it on the floor, so that both girls were nude up top.

Santana didn't even bother with Brittany's pants, she just wanted to feel her at that moment.
She moved back down to her girlfriend, putting their bodies flush together.
The feel of Brittney's hard nipples on Santana's hardening ones was enough to make the girl moan as she kissed at Brittany's neck, nibbling here and there.

Santana placed little kisses along Brittany's neck eventually landing between her breasts, she leaned up and slowly kissed each one of Brittany's perfectly pink nipples before she let her hand slink down Brittany's side and hit the waistline of her sweat pants.

She tucked her fingers under the elastic and she took a hardened nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the delicious treat.

"Mmmm…" Brittany moaned as Santana sucked lightly.

Santana's fingers traced over Brittany's underwear and she could already feel the girl's hardened clit through the flimsy fabric and how damp it was.

Brittany jutted her hips up in encouragement and pulled Santana's face away from her chest, locking eyes with her.

"No teasing tonight ok, I'm dying…" Brittany breathlessly said, eyes hopeful.

"But I love teasing Britt-Britt…" Santana moved aside the fabric, rubbing her fingers over Brittany's clit and down the wetness to her opening, and back up again.

She watched as Brittany shut her eyes, and bit her lip. "…and I think you like when I tease you too." Santana said softly, placing a kiss on Brittany's open mouth as her fingers danced around, enjoying the sheer excitement of exploration.

The blonde's hips thrust up again urgently.

"No San….I don't…." She said breathlessly trying to get the Latina to put more pressure on where she needed it most.

"Yes Brit…you do baby…." Santana smirked into her girlfriend's neck as she rubbed small circles, her fingers getting more and more lubrication as she continued.

Brittany moaned and wrapped her arms around Santana, bringing her in tightly.
She could feel the heat radiating off of the girl beneath her, she loved having Brittany like this, she loved teasing and giving her girl pleasure, it was almost better than anything else they did during these intimate moments.

Slowly and with calculation Santana buried one finger into her girlfriend.

"Ohhhh myyy….Sannn-" Brittany hissed, Santana cut her off with a wet kiss.

The kiss deepened as Brittany clasped her hand around the back of Santana's neck.

Santana pulled out her finger, and buried two in this time, hearing Brittany's moan of approval against her lips.
She loved fast sex with Brittany, medium-paced sex with Brittany, slow sex with Brittany, hell she loved any sex with Brittany.
But when it was slow and calculated Santana could truly feel the connection she had with the blonde and those were the moments she loved the most.
Too see her girlfriend writhing and moaning with pleasure did dirty, dirty things to the Latina, and she could feel her own arousal between her legs as a dull throbbing grew louder.

"I need you to go faster…" Brittany said breaking away from the kiss, gasping for air.

Santana smirked and picked up the pace. "Ohhh fffuucc-" Brittany bit her lip before letting the curse word slip out of her mouth as the girls rocked together in unison.

"TANA!" The girls were snapped out of their lustful haze by that damn voice.

That damn fucking voice screeching from the living room.

Santana's eyed widened as Brittany's shot open in disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Santana hissed, still on top of and inside of her girlfriend. "Oh my god." Brittany moaned in a different tone, face palming.

"Just ignore her ok…." Santana pleaded, picking up the pace again, kissing Brittany's neck.

Brittany nodded and wrapped her arms tightly around the Latina's back as she felt the low rumble in her abdomen.

"TANA!"

Santana didn't stop, trying to ignore the shrieking call of her mother.

Why the fuck would she be calling her downstairs now, this was not the time! She was trying to get her mack on for Christ's sake.

Santana curled her fingers inside her girlfriend and applied pressure to her clit with the pad of her thumb.

"Yesssss…." Brittany hissed, her legs wrapping around the Latina's abdomen, her eyes squeezing shut.

Santana had hoped that would be the end of the interruption but of course that wasn't the case as she heard her name being shouted again.

"San…..san….you should go see what she wants." Brittany said breathlessly, the lust dissipating from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

"Noooo, please…lets just keep going. I doubt I would even be able to use my legs right now." Santana whined, slowing her pace down.

"Mmmm…San really." Brittany placed a hand on her own cheek and pushed the stray hair away from her face, taking a deep breath she reached down, wrapped her fingers around Santana's wrist and guided the girl's fingers out of her wet core.

"FUCK!" Santana yelled, getting off of her girlfriend and quickly throwing on her robe.

This was fucking ridiculous.

What the hell did her mother want.

She slapped her cheeks trying to get back from sexy land and into reality and threw her door open, running down the stairs.

"Ay Dios Mio! Mamá what is it!"

She shrieked as she walked up to her mother.

Marisol was still lying on the couch, the dogs at her feet, sipping from her mug.

She looked at Santana with an innocent expression as if 5 minutes ago she wasn't shrieking her name over and over.

"…Tana I just wanted to know what you guys were doing, you and Brittany should come watch a movie with me."

Santana's jaw went slack, this is why she was torn from her room?

She looked at her mother in disbelief.

What. The. Fuck.

She could feel the anger boiling up within her, mixed with the feel of blue balls…or whatever the equivalent would be for a girl.

She was still so aroused and the fact that she couldn't be on top of her lady at this moment turned that arousal into a sickening feeling that did not mix well with her anger.

"Are you kidding me? I was just down here all day watching movies with you, me and Brittany were just here eating dinner with you. Why do I need to be in the same room with you 24 fucking 7? I can't be upstairs with you demanding I leave my room? What the fuck?"

Obviously tonight Marisol didn't too much mind Santana's dirty mouth, the woman just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You girls do nothing up there anyway, it wouldn't hurt to come downstairs and watch a movie with me-"

"Mamá! I'm going back upstairs, is that all you needed?" Santana interrupted, gritting her teeth.

"Fine, fine, fine Santana…" Santana turned on her heels and started up the stairs.

"Wait! Fill this up for me mija, would you…." Marisol called, holding out her mug.